God, I’ve forgotten how to pray
I don’t know how to talk to you
And at the end of the day
Maybe I just don’t want to
So here goes nothing
How am I supposed to love you
I plead, seek, and knock and somehow still I never find
The candle flickered out, the shadows grew
I fell into the empty tomb of all I thought I knew
Did I ever hear a word
I know that I am just some kid
Picking up shells on the shore of your ocean
I hold each one to my ear
And listen closely for a sign of your devotion
But I still haven’t heard a word
How am I supposed to love you
I plead, seek, and knock and somehow still I never find
The candle flickered out, the shadows grew
I’m running through your garden
Screaming “where the hell are you”
Did you ever hear a word
Weeping, trembling
People say you speak
Do you have something
You would like to say to me
Read your black book
Some words drip with red
Maybe I mistook
You for someone in my head
Maybe it’s a demon
Or maybe it’s my mind
Maybe it’s both
Both at the same time
In my piano
The shrieks of silent ghosts
So many voices
Which one do I trust the most
How am I supposed to love you
How am I supposed to love you
How am I supposed to love you
Hauntingly beautiful “ambient-folk mini-epics” from Portland singer-songwriter/multimedia artist Dao Strom reflect on memory and identity. Bandcamp New & Notable Mar 8, 2022
supported by 8 fans who also own “Ghost Variations”
So hard to un-vibe! It's like these melodies and feelings came from drawers inside our brains, too real to forget! Might be too deep, it's just a good record. Run up the saaaales <3 TwinTrash